The border that Earhart had flown across at least once before she crash-landed in a field in Derry-Doire-Londonderry was utterly invisible...That border – the one that has been being [sic.] debated [~~] and contested for the entirety of the Brexit debate of the last years – the one that lives have been lost over, is a thing Amelia Earhart could never have held in her explorer hands. No matter how hard any of us may try to grasp at it – to define its outline and draw its skeleton, to mark its place on the land's skin like a shadow stitched on with rope – it slips away from us like the first butterfly of the summer, too otherworldly to feel real and not dissimilar, I realise now, to any thin place on earth.

— Thin Places by Kerri ni Dochartaigh (Page 78)